The black blade of the Kyushu Cold shimmered with a shadowy luster in the bright light.

All the staff in the lab had left early.

Shortly after the super-heated furnace went out, the empty hall was silent and searingly hot.

The divine weapon that was broken into two pieces was placed on a huge platform, deep and quiet.

Something cold, even bleak.

The saint's palm slowly touched the cold blade.

The sword intent of Jiuzhou Cold seemed to be resonating after ...